Yo fuck you, Kanye, and foremost For making me do this motherfucker Had to throw out the motherfucking room Cause they fucking
(I'd to propose a toast) (I said motherfucker)
And I am And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell Raise your glasses, your glasses, your to the sky is the last call for alcohol, for the So get your ass up off the
The all around the world Underground, Pac The the red nosed reindeer of the Roc I take my chain, my 15 of fame And back next year with the whole fucking game Ain't nobody Kanye to end up on top They expected College Dropout to drop and then flop Then he stop savin' all the good beats for himself Rocafella's only niggas that My money was than Sean Paul's goatee hair Now Jean Gaultier cologne fill the air, here They say he bourgie, he Won't you please stop talking about how my head is Flow infectious, give me 10 have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas It's funny how wasn't interested 'Til the night I almost killed in Lexus
And I am And they ask me, ask me, they ask me, I tell them Raise glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky This is the last for alcohol, for the So get ass up off the wall
Now was Kanye the overlooked? Yes sir Now is Kanye the overbooked? Yes sir Though the fans want the feeling of A Tribe Called But all they got left is guy called West Better Freeway, throw him on tracks with Mos Def Call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs Jay-Z I'm the Gap like Republic and Old Navy, and oooh It come out than old Sadie as Bun-B when I met him at the Source awards Girl he had with him, ass coulda won the awards And I was almost famous, now everybody loves I'm almost Some say he arrogant, can y'all blame It was straight how y'all played him Last year my demo, I was tryin' to shine Every told me that I couldn't rhyme Now I could let these dream killers my self-esteem Or use my arrogance as the to power my dreams I use it as my gas, so they say I'm gassed But without it I'd be last, so I ought to So I don't listen to the behind the desk no more You niggas wear suits 'cause you dress no more You can't say shit to Kanye West no I 20,000 people, I was just on tour, nigga I'm Kan, the Vuitton Don Bought my mom a purse, now she Louis Mom I ain't the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards I prayed to the and I changed my stars I went to the and I balled too hard 'Oh my god, is that a black I turned around and replied, why yes but I the term American Express Brains, power, and muscle, Dame, Puffy, and Russell Your boy back on his hustle, you know what I've up to Killin niggaz on that lyrical shit Mayonnaise Benz, I push Miracle Whips
And I am And they ask me, ask me, they ask me, I tell them Raise glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky This is the last call for alcohol, for my So get ass up off the wall